shadow of your heart

a sequel to [falling star]

“Quit that incessant pacing girl. The delegation won’t get here any faster with you paving a path in the carpet,” Tsunade says, smile belying her words.

Sakura pauses, looks around, and flushes, ducking her head. “Sorry shishou,” she says quietly, unable to keep from curling her toes with worry. “It’s just…we haven’t seen each other in years.”

“You exchange letters every week, oftentimes on a daily basis,” Tsunade says, standing from her desk and pulling her anxious student into a warm embrace. “You know each other just fine.”

“But, but—”

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                                                   “ we will avenge ”

NEW YEARS EVE, 2016. The treaty is broken and the three families war again. When Helena Belrose was found dead in her home, with a bullet through her brain next to a note written in blood, the streets of New York descended into chaos.

Everyone is out for blood.

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anonymous asked:

Okay but what about the fact y'all get reparations and black people haven't seen a DIME from what happened to us?

okay but we don’t get reparations?

a FEW tribes (out of the 560+ tribes) get percap, which is in NO WAY reparations. once again, that is FOR INDIANS, BY INDIANS.

it’s really not our fault you guys don’t have your own governments. you’re bitching at the wrong group of people. 

we haven’t seen a cent from what happened to us either. all we got were reservations that we were literally sent to die on and broken treaties. 

I was arrested on Oct. 10, on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, a holiday where America is meant to celebrate the indigenous people of North America.

I was in North Dakota, standing in solidarity, side-by-side with a group of over 200 water protectors, people who are fighting the Dakota Access Pipeline.

People who carry a rainbow of colors on their skin. People who gathered together because they realize that if we don’t begin taking genuine steps to protect our precious resources—our soil, our water, our essential elements—we will not have a healthy or thriving planet to pass on to future generations.

I was in North Dakota, standing side by side with Native Americans.

You know, those who were here before us.

Well, guess what, America? They’re still here.

And they are still fighting the good fight. A fight that serves each and every one of us.

They are still putting their lives on the line to protect the roots that feed our existence.

And, guess what else, dear America? They are still being ignored.
We are still throwing them in jail.
We are still silencing their dedication to protect us from the planetary consequences that will catastrophically bleed from our ignorance.

We wear their heritage, their sacred totems, as decoration and in fashion trends, failing to honor their culture. Headdresses, feathers, arrows. Moccasins, sage, beadwork. You know what I’m talking about, Coachella. Walking around the flea market this weekend, I can’t even tell you how many native references I saw being used in a way that feeds our western narrative.

We buy plastic teepees from Toys-R-Us and set them up in our living rooms for children to play in.

We grow up romanticizing native culture, native art, native history… without knowing native reality.
Somehow, we’ve allowed 200-plus years to go by without questioning the western truth we have been told to believe about Native Americans.

And now, in 2016, in the day and age of exciting technology, which empowers revolution and curiosity, we are still blindly (or maybe not) allowing 200 years of unjust history to continue.

We are allowing Native American voices to be swallowed by the white noise of distraction.

Doesn’t this sadden you, America?

When we talk about marginalized communities in our country, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

When we talk about sex trafficking in our country, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

And when we talk about governmental integrity, we do not (on a mainstream level) include Native Americans.

Treaties are broken. Land is stolen. Dams are built. Reservations are flooded. People are displaced.

Yet we fail to notice. We fail to acknowledge. We fail to act.

So much so that it took me, a white non-native woman being arrested on Oct 10th in North Dakota, on Indigenous Peoples’ Day, to bring this cause to many people’s attention. And to the forefront of news publications around the world.

The day I was detained, 26 others had to dress in orange as well, as they were booked into the Morton County jail. Did you hear about them?

Twenty-six men and women who put their livelihoods on the line, to protect their children, your children and my future children.

Twenty-six men and women who realize that millions of people depend on the Missouri River for drinking water.


And, you guessed it, you may be one of them. Did that catch your attention?

When the Dakota Access Pipeline breaks (and we know that too many pipelines do), millions of people will have crude-oil-contaminated water. I know it is easy to be apathetic or detached from the reality that fossil fuel contamination could actually affect you and the ones you love… But hear me loud and clear: If you are a human who requires water to survive, then this issue directly involves you. Don’t let the automatic sink faucets in your homes fool you—that water comes from somewhere, and the second its source is contaminated, so is your bathtub, and your sink, and your drinking liquid. We must not take for granted the severity of this truth.

Listen up, America:

The reason we were freezing our a—es off on Oct. 10 in peaceful protest was because the night before (mind you, right after the presidential debate and on the eve of Indigenous Peoples’ Day—coincidence?) the U.S. Court of Appeals denied an injunction to halt construction of the pipeline. As in: They began building once again.

Whatever your cause is. Whatever your passion is. Whatever you care about most… none of your efforts or hard-earned opinions will matter when the planet and the people you’re fighting for have nothing left to show for it.

The Dakota Access Pipeline, my friends, is not another time to ignore, mistreat and turn a blind eye to Native Americans. But it is time to guarantee the safety of Manhattan—despite the soon-to-be-fueled gas pipeline called AIM. (For all of you in the tri-state area, this is being built under a failing nuclear plant. Fukushima only happened five years ago. This plant is just about as far from Manhattan as the U.S. government told Americans to keep away from Fukushima to protect them from a worst-case scenario. Look it up and do something about it.) We have the technology for renewable energy, and it’s up to us to begin utilizing.

I appreciate all of you out there who supported me while I was arrested. I am humbled and grateful for your love, your prayers and your hashtags.

And what could it look like if we learned from this instance, where it took myself getting detained to raise awareness about Native Americans? What if we used it as a catalyst for a full societal shift in the way we start thinking and treating and learning from indigenous peoples? So that in the future, it doesn’t require a non-native celebrity to bring attention to the cause.

What if we took the hashtag #FreeShailene and made it #ProtectCleanWater, or #HonorNativeTreaties, or #IStandWithStandingRock?

What if we don’t let this stop trending on social media, at our dinner tables, in the streets? What if we wake up to the possibilities of noticing, of choosing and of acting on our awareness?

What if we take the time to understand the dynamics of what is at risk here?

Will you choose money, or will you choose children? Will you choose ignorance, or will you choose love? Will you choose blindness, or will you choose freedom?

I am not scared. I am not afraid. I am grateful, and I am amazed to be standing by the sides of so many peaceful warriors. Standing Rock “protests” are rooted in ceremony and in prayer. I’ve been there. And all these narratives about riots? Just watch my Facebook livestream and decide for yourself who looks more dangerous: police in riot gear with batons, or native grandmothers and children smudging sage and singing songs.

Thank you, to all the tribes who have gathered. To all the nations standing as one. To all the people who know that if not we, then who? And if not now, then when?

Simply feeding off the hype of a celebrity’s arrest ain’t going to save the world. But, standing together will. Please stand in solidarity with the Sioux people of Standing Rock Reservation to ensure that we still have rivers to swim in, springs to drink from and lakes to float on. Will you join us?

Mni wiconi. Water is life.

—  Shailene Woodley: The Truth About My Arrest
Bodies Under the Falls
Bodies Under the Falls

As the water passes over the rock bed, so gentle and quiet,
You can hear their cries in the crashing water.
Bodies dashed against the rocks below where ghosts at the galls roam.
The blood stained soil, their ancestral forest…
Where only trees now know of the horrors seen here.
A nation left to weep, like spilling water over the falls.
The water passes over stone, falling so far below.
Split blood and splintered bone where Cherokee ghosts roam.
Pale faces in the mist, demons who claim the mountains,
treading beneath looming cliff.
The cool, still air permeating your skin.
The rhythm of the water pounding the forest floor whispers to us with the voices of proud warriors overcome.
The treaty was broken, the land has been stolen.
The forest is haunted!

A Warning

To the eight-legged creatures, also known as spiders, that live in the basement:

One of your own has broken the treaty.
As the treaty so states, spiders are allowed to occupy the basement level of home only. Visits for food sources, aka insects, are only permitted if you are not seen, but the sleeping room and cleaning room are forbidden at all times.

The upstairs area of home is designated for the two legged and four legged occupants to move about and live as they please.

One of the two legged occupants was used as a climbing surface this morning while she was writing and this is a breach of the aforementioned treaty. The offender escaped annihilation but the two legged occupant is reasonably upset. Deal with this breacher amongst yourselves or this act will be considered a declaration of war.

Thank you.

…Or the story of how I almost threw my laptop because there was a spider crawling on my chest.


So during the first session of the campaign I’m running, my players were introduced to Gorrif, The White Shrike (who is heavily based off of Griffith from Berserk). He was giving a little speech in a town square and had a crowd of hundreds cheering for him while he spoke about ‘purity’ ‘absolution’ and 'his kingdom’. Gorrif is the commander of a lawful-good independent military who, for the past 15 years, have been scouring the land of demons, dragons, and other typically 'bad’ things, regardless of the individual alignment of those things. For example, immediately previous to this speech, he had led his army through some mountains to eradicate an orc tribe, who was neutrally aligned and hadn’t broken treaty with any nearby villages in a decade. Gorrif is an ancient silver dragon disguised as a human. In the MM, it states that Silver Dragons often disguised themselves as humanoids because they enjoy doing such, and can even sustain themselves off of human food. Gorrif wants to be the strongest thing left standing, which is why he’s erected an army and has been eliminating every target that could possibly match him.

My players are (hopefully) at some point going to seek Gorrif’s help in taking out the BBEG, who they unleashed from a 10,000 year slumber at the end of night 1, and I gave them a group divination that showed them 'in a dragons lair, seeking its counsel.’ In my notes, I described the scene with a shimmering white light obscuring the view of the dragon, so that they wouldn’t know what color it is (human form Gorrif is adorned in silver armor, because he’s a silver dragon) BUT I accidentally described it as silver instead of white and one of my players (Rinnley Tinkertome, Svirfneblin Arcane-Tinkerer) latched onto this somehow and began asking a lot of questions about silver dragons, are there any left, what were there names. That wouldn’t be much of a problem if one of my other players (Wakks, Kobold Sorcerer) didn’t have a Book of Heroic Lore (custom magic item, p much opposite of Book of Vile Deeds). If they decide to work together on Rinnleys hunch, they just might find out MUCH earlier than I’d foreseen that Gorrif is indeed the last Silver Dragon. I have a NPC who knows Gorrif’s secret and is out to kill him for it, and the players are going to meet him eventually depending on what choices they make in the setting, but having the Big Secret so nearly spoiled halfway through the first session really had me on edge. Rinnley even suspects Gorrif of just being evil, and my BBEG of being the 'good guy’, though, spoiler alert, there’s two final bosses in this campaign :^)

When you talk about violence in the Qur'an, recall that the first ten years of it revelation, there are no examples of self defense. The early Muslims took a lot of punishment for their beliefs and each occasion, some ending in death, no order of self defense was practiced.

It wasn’t until Muhammad reached the city of Medina that Muslims were ALLOWED to defend themselves.

So any act of violence IS ALWAYS in the order of self defense. No where in the Quran are Muslims allowed to initiate force or violence.

Second, if we follow the logic of even “violent” versus, particularly where it suggest, “fight them until they submit” this versus is revealed in the context of Muslims having been persecuted by fellow Arabs for their religious beliefs. After negotiations, broken treaties and constant harassment that Muslims are thereafter order to fight them until they submit.

Is this not a reasonable order for war? Once war has arrived, is not complete domination the goal?

American police use excessive amounts of force to completely dominate the context to restore order. Is this not how order should be established in a context of tumult and oppression?

Again, if you don’t know the whole story, the human story, the good, the bad and the ugly, you will not understand why in certian places, pure might is obligatory.

♛ HISTORY MEME ♛ [3/4] MOVEMENTS: American Indian Movement

The American Indian Movement (AIM) is a Native American advocacy group in the United States, founded in 1968 in Minneapolis, Minnesota, with an agenda that focuses on spirituality, leadership, and sovereignty. The founders included Dennis Banks, George Mitchell, Herb Powless, Clyde Bellecourt, Harold Goodsky, Eddie Benton-Banai, and a number of others in the Minneapolis Native American community. Russell Means, born Oglala Lakota, was an early leader in 1970s protests.

The organization was formed to address various issues concerning the Native American urban community in Minneapolis, including poverty, housing, treaty issues, and police harassment. From its beginnings in Minnesota, AIM soon attracted members from across the United States and Canada. It participated in the Rainbow Coalition organized by the civil rights activist Fred Hampton. Charles Deegan Sr. was involved with the AIM Patrol.

In October 1972, AIM gathered members from across the country to a protest in Washington, D.C. known as the “Trail of Broken Treaties”. AIM gained national attention when it seized the Bureau of Indian Affairs national headquarters and presented a 20-point list of demands to the federal government. In 1973, it led a 71-day armed standoff with federal forces at Wounded Knee, South Dakota, on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation.

In the decades since AIM’s founding, the group has led protests advocating indigenous American interests, inspired cultural renewal, monitored police activities, and coordinated employment programs in cities and in rural reservation communities across the United States. AIM has often supported indigenous interests outside the United States as well. By 1993, AIM had split into two main factions, with the AIM-Grand Governing Council based in Minneapolis and affirming its right to use the name and trademarks for affiliated chapters. The other faction is AIM-International Confederation of Autonomous Chapters, based in Denver. [x]

mikelernerphotography  asked:

Why did you fight so vigorously when The Dakota Access Pipeline traverses a path on private property and does not cross into the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe’s reservation. 100% of landowners in North Dakota voluntarily signed easements to allow for construction of the pipeline on their property. Nearly the entire route of the 1.1k mile pipeline has been sited and approved by relevant state and fed agencies and more than 22% of the pipeline has already been completed. What was the attention for?

Well, the land where the easement heading into the Missouri is sits on the Native land that was giving to them in the 1851 land treaty. Part of why this issue has historical significance is because we have continually broken these treaties. This land sit’s within the Sioux Nation’s Treaty boundaries and that is a very big part of the conversation but beyond that. They must also be allowed to have meaningful consultation with Energy Transfer Partners which they were never given. When the Pipeline was meant to pass right next to Bismarck the the town of Bismarck turned it away for fear it would foul their water so they sent it south where it crosses Lake Oahe where not only the Sioux but 12 million other Americans get their water. The Army Corp of Engineers has asked that an Environmental Impact Study be done. That insures that there is no or little chance of the pipeline contaminating the water there but it also gives the public a chance to weigh in on wether they want the pipeline there or not this never happened, this is why the pipeline is stopped where it is. 

Exactly why things like Columbus Day exist, people unknowingly celebrate genocidal killer/colonizer. Childhood indoctrination/normalization.   This is why when u explain the atrocities of Columbus people defend it, shrug and go “well it’s tradition” ,  We don’t need kids channels normalizing it and upholding it. I can see response now “why are u offended there is nothing harmful on commercial” that’s the point. Erasing truth of genocide is harmful. “Children are too young to explain that to” so if u don’t want to explain why celebrate a colonizer?  I can answer that, because the whole idea about Columbus day is about “celebrating discovery” while that may seem like for pride of the establishment of the US, its about the Doctrine of Discovery which was used as a global justification for torturing and killing millions of Indigenous peoples and slaves for land and resouces (conquest).  If u can indoctrinate children in celebrating colonizer where they carry into adulthood, u aren’t too fragile to address genocide.  Indigenous children aren’t afforded sympathy when they see colonizers celebrated & classroom activities like construction paper headdresses.  Indigenous children must be taught about colonialism from a young age to explain why white kids mock their culture. In the words of Tupac: “somebody gotta explain why I ain’t got sh*t”  , Somebody has to explain broken treaties, boarding schools and why reservations exist. Genocide is not something we just decide to hold over people’s heads one day, we were  raised being told oral traditions and it’s just a fact. I was stunned once I realized boarding schools weren’t something everyone knew about because I was raised being told about my relatives going.  More people in dominant society are willing to defend Columbus Day. than are aware of his crimes or genocide like boarding schools.  #AbolishColumbusDay isn’t just an Native issue, but an Indigenous one on a global lvl. No excuse for it to exist.  
#IndigenousPeoplesDay is a better alternative, its a better way to celebrate and “honor” Indigenous peoples, and one gesture that will show we’re making genuine attempts at healing from the genocide that was committed. 

Fic: Three Years || The 100 (Clexa)

Title: “Three Years”
Chapter ½?: “Why?”
Fandom: The 100
Pairing: Clexa
Rating: NC-Not this part cuz this took forever but trust me the next chapter will be all of the smutty.
Summary: Three years after the battle at the mountain, Clarke and Lexa are forced to meet again due to the threat of another war.
A/N: Yes. I have fallen pray to the Clexa and needed to make last weeks episode better. So I started writing. I’m posting the first part of this as incentive for me to finish it tomorrow. It will likely quickly become an AU, as we don’t know what the hell is going to happen, but spoilers through 2x15. There are some spelling errors with the Grounder language that I’ll fix when I re-read through before I finish this up tomorrow.

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Today is Thanksgiving, a day on which we remember an almost entirely fictional encounter between the settler-colonists in Massachusetts and the local Wampanoag people. While the details of the Thanksgiving story are largely mythical, it is true that the settler-colonists would have died without the aid of the Wampagoag in those first few years. If we go to the heart of the story we’re remembering a moment where Native people helped non-Native people survive.
Now it’s our turn.
You’ve probably heard about the Water Protectors in North Dakota, trying with all their might and main to stop an oil pipeline crossing the Oglala Aquifier and going beneath the Missouri River. Millions of people downriver of the crossing depend on the Missouri for their drinking water - the Lakota at Standing Rock reservation would be the first and most drastically hit. The protectors have a phrase: Mni Wiconi - Water is Life. They are standing between the company and the river for all of us.
There are thousands gathered at the three camps that make up the Water Protector presence. Local law enforcement has violently tried to disperse the camps - they have attacked Protectors with rubber bullets, sound canons, concussion grenades, and high-pressure hoses. The Water Protectors have done nothing wrong. The land on which the pipeline is to be built belongs to them - the Supreme Court upheld it as such in 1980 when it agreed with the Lakota that the U.S. government had broken the 1868 Treaty of Fort Laramie, which promised the Oceti Sakowin (the seven council fires of the Lakota) the Black Hills region forever.
On Sunday night, after dark, when temperatures were at 27F, local law enforcement attacked one of the camps. A concussion grenade exploded on one female protector’s arm - she was flown to Minneapolis, and it looks like her arm may have to be amputated. An elder went into cardiac arrest and had to be resuscitated by camp healers. 26 people were injured badly enough to be taken to hospital. Many hundreds more were hurt.
Local law enforcement is knowingly risking killing people. You don’t spray people with high pressure water hoses when the temperature is below freezing because you want them to back off; you do it because you want to cause hypothermia. Amnesty International has decried the attack as an attack on human rights, and has appealed to local law enforcement to stop these tactics. The United Nations has condemned what’s going on. Oh, and Protectors are being arrested for “rioting.” Mmmhmm.
Once again, Native people stand between non-Native people and catastrophe, and this time we have to do more than be passively grateful. This Thanksgiving, could you pass the hat at your dinner table for money to send directly to the camps? If you raise $5, and everyone did it, that would be an enormous influx of resources. Those resources would enable camp leaders to buy the supplies that are most needed - medical equipment (local law enforcement road blocks make getting anyone out of the camps by ambulance very tricky); below-zero-grade sleeping bags; camp heaters; winter-ready tents etc., as well as provide legal counsel to those who have been arrested.
You can donate here:
Standing Rock Sioux Tribe
Attention: Donations
PO Box D
Building #1
North Standing Rock Avenue
Fort Yates, ND 58538

I cannot express my respect for the standing rock reservation protesters in deep enough terms. Native Americans face huge amounts of violence from police, from broken treaties and systemic constant racism, from all sides, from being talked about as if their communities no longer exist– I hope that in ten years, or twenty, when fresh clean water is a scarce resource, we remember who was fighting the good fight.

Tourmaline: chapter 15

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The next second beat down like an eternity, pregnant and chaffing with the ship’s artificial heat. Its hot wind swept in behind Cinnabar, and the only motion existed in the tiny, fluttering movements of her hair. In a singular fluid action, Cinnabar dropped her right hand and swung her left forward, palm open and offered. Her mouth turned up with a soft smile, thin lips stretching white.

“I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” Her voice came in authoritative clips, but the edge was gone from it. It was softer now, quieter, warm with something like understanding. Her eyes flickered to Tourmaline’s stumped right arm. “Battle injury?”

“Something like that,” Tourmaline answered. They clasped their left hand in Cinnabar’s and moved with the one, solid shake she offered. Her grip was tight, but not crushing. Tourmaline struggled to meet its firmness. “I’m Tourmaline.”

Cinnabar nodded, before allowing her hungry eyes to move among the four of them. The ships engines died down in a twisting whine. The air grew flat, but did not lose its sucking heat. Cinnabar started first with scanning Tourmaline’s gem, before shifting her focus to Amethyst on Tourmaline’s right, and Pearl on their left. Her gaze lingered a moment longer on Garnet.

“Garnet’s gems are on her palms,” Tourmaline answered aloud. They clamped their mouth shut, rocking with a wave of regret as they became aware a second too late that Cinnabar’s question hadn’t been verbal.

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Here's a thought:

Why aren’t we teaching the unbiased view of history?

The genocides and broken treaties, the medical experiments on prisoners, every single war?

The vaccines, the massive technological advancements, the long standing foreign aid?

Seriously folks, if we want to raise a generation of kids who have a functioning concept of how the world works, we need to show them everything.

The fact that each country teaches it’s kids a watered down and one sided view of history is bullshit.


favourite faces for favourite mythic ladies: Diomede with Muriel Beal

I have never met Briseis, but I might call her sister. We have shared a warrior (or we have been shared by warriors). I know her name because it’s always on the tongue of these men, always quick to be mentioned, in whispers, in anger. I know that she is golden, just as I am darker. Sometimes Achilles touches my hair and looks distant. Sometimes he says “sleep elsewhere.” Most nights he doesn’t.

Does he miss that golden girl? (He’s golden - did they look alike? Like siblings? Like gods? When I think on this girl I imagine her an impossible beauty, a rival to Aphrodite, and that is why he misses her. I know I’m making up my own stories to fill the wide spaces, but there is little else for me to do with my time. I have so very much of it, and yet, when I look ahead, hardly any at all.)

“If Agamemnon tried to take you as well,” Achilles says to me one windy night, “then I’d kill you first." It isn’t for me. He isn’t sparing me cruelty.

Achilles speaks never in terms of love, but in terms of rage, of broken pride, of frustration, of things deserved and treaties broken. I know that he doesn’t fight to get this girl back: she is not a wife to him. She is nothing more than me.

I think on Briseis sleeping in the bed of another soldier and I wonder if she thinks on me, on who is sharing the bed of her Achilles. I wonder if she calls me sister, even without knowing me.